The Blame Game

September 25th, 2025

There has been so much nonsense this week that I personally don’t believe deserves addressing.

But as the dad of an autistic child, I do have one thing to say.

I know it’s our fault.

It’s our fault that we created and brought this one-of-a-kind person into the world.

It’s our fault that we have loved him absolutely and unconditionally for everything he is.

It’s our fault that we’ve raised a brilliant and curious, funny and sweet, sometimes irritable and totally irritating young man.

You’re welcome.

You wanna know what isn’t our fault?

That we live in a country where 32% of the adult population choose hate and cruelty, embodying hypocrisy and ignorance and promoting willful miseducation.

That people have decided to leave their empathy and compassion and kindness outside in the rain.

That capitalism (especially in this late stage) has led to a world that cuts us to the bone for the sake of efficiency and productivity, where we have no time for each other; that we’re not allowed to slow down and try to understand one another, to have long conversations and deep cups of coffee together, to pull ourselves out and see the long view: that we are all different and that is to be celebrated, not filtered and distilled into mediocrity and shame.

I take the blame for everything my kid is, and I have the best fucking kid on the planet. There isn’t a hair I would change on his head; even on the days he drives me completely nuts, I look at him and think: “Gosh, I love you so much.”

Fuck this administration. This is the part where a lot of people would tell you to unfollow them if you still support the wrong team, but I want you to consider the opposite: don’t. Don’t create a smaller room than the one you have. As far as liberal-minded people go, you could do way worse than still having me in your feed.

Keep me around. I might piss you off, but I might also remind you that you have a heart in there, too. In fact, I won’t stop repeating that it’s the most important part you got.